| There was a time when men were kind |
| When their voices were soft |
| And their words inviting |
| There was a time when love was blind |
| And the world was a song |
| And the song was exciting |
| There was a time |
| Then it all went wrong |
| Then I was young and unafraid |
| And dreams were made and used and wasted |
| There was no ransom to be paid |
| No song unsung, no wine untasted |
| But the tigers come at night |
| With their voices soft as thunder |
| As they tear your hope apart |
| And they turn your dream to shame |
| I dreamed a dream in days gone by When hope was high |
| And life worth living |
| I dreamed that love would never die |
| I dreamed that God would be forgiving |
| Then I was young and unafraid |
| And dreams were made and used and wasted |
| There was no ransom to be paid |
| No song unsung, no wine untasted |
| But the tigers come at night |
| With their voices soft as thunder |
| As they tear your hope apart |
| And they turn your dream to shame |
| He slept a summer by my side |
| He filled my days with endless wonder |
| He took my childhood in his stride |
| But he was gone when autumn came |
| Then I was young and unafraid |
| And dreams were made and used and wasted |
| There was no ransom to be paid |
| No song unsung, no wine untasted |
| But the tigers come at night |
| With their voices soft as thunder |
| As they tear your hope apart |
| And they turn your dream to shame |
| And still I dream he’ll come to me That we will live the years together |
| But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather |
| I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I’m living |
| So different now from what it seemed |
| Now life has killed the dream I dreamed. |